Darfur is cursed. If it not the blistering swelter, it's the scorched earth, if it's not the hot sand at your feet , its walking along side you in a desert storm.
My tummy is tickled when a woman about to deliver her 8th child anyday now and the bambino found lying transversely across her uterus instead of head down, are pled with to go in the referral car f
Night time brings it joys and its horrors. Night time in the dispensary resembles instant gravity. It’s Friday again, and I try to muster some much needed slumber.
5 dead on arrival. All littered with gunshots. Examining a cold, hard cheerless body leaves you cold, hard and cheerless. 4 of the men shot were relatives to our guards.